Group of Fornicating Cows
i remember the grassy boulevards and the motorway valley
i know the seasons because i’ve lived them / know the beauty and the bounty
my love lay in beds / of powdery snow / of fallen leaves / of silky sand
but it’s all coming up greys and whites now / it doesn’t mean to
my lucid dreams of white cap steams and gliding ‘pon the glass
drop anchor and cast a line / but don’t get caught exploring
boundaries are for safety / i’ll make my own thanks
cast aside the desires of others / make your mind up
prepare for the hurt and struggle / prepare for success
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Love your lyrical lilt, Pete!
Keep on dreaming. Dreams when combined with effort will probably result in success.
Dad
Thanks Dad! I hope you’re right! I really appreciate the comment. Pete
I love this. It does make me think of Canada and memories past. Our future is not set in stone and who knows where we will end up xox